Matt takes control over me

How it all started

Damn how I hate gym classIt was monday morning, we just entered the locker room after class and were going to change. I had placed my stuff as far away as possible from the others, since I was only 5' 1'' and a weak ass, skinny ass geek, the others had plenty of fun mocking me. It all begann when I once refused to continue writing their math homework, a decision that I would regret very soon.After I told their leader, Matt, a 6'6'' football hunk, teamcaptain and the most muscular man I had ever seen, he put me in a headlock and before I could even react, he choked me unconscious. 

As if that humiliation wouldn't have been enough, ha woke me up by peeing in my face. It happened in the locker room, so I was at least able to take a quick. Shower afterwards, and thus, not many people knew about it. He told me I had one last chance left to please him before he would make my life miserable. Unfortunately, I missed that one too when I accidentally washed one of his white tank tops, which he forced me to clean, with a red football sock of him, which he also made me clean. 

I didn't think it would cause any trouble, but he refused to take the slightly pink tank back. Instead, he wrapped his giant, incredibly strong hands around my neck and lift me up from the ground. He spat in my face and told my slowly in his deep, cocky voice, that I had betrayed him and for that reason, he would have had to punish me. 

He did as he told me. After he had crushed the life out of my throat until I almost passed out again, he released me and went home. I was confused how I got away so easily, but it started the next morning. We had gym class and it happened again in the locker room. As soon as the others changed and left for the next class, Matt and five of his mates closed the door. Four of them came towards me tackled me on the ground. 

Sure enough, one of them or even a half one would have been enough to bring me to the floor, but it was way more painful for me and they enjoyed it a lot as I could tell by their cocky grins and laughs. Two of them then sat on my arms, two on my legs. The fifth one fixed my head with his arms. Matt walked towards me and then suddenly stopped. He took of his shoes, then his socks. It was almost as if I could see the smell of them, the shoes, who once were white inside, were completly yellow and you could see the salty traces of his ankles. 

The socks didn't look any better. He proceeded to take his socks off and came closer, until I could already smell his odor. He whispered in my ear to open my mouth or I would regret it. I didn't. I kept my mouth shut because it was obvious what he was trying to do. I expected him to hold my nose shut, which wouldn't be a great problem since I can hold my breath pretty long, even if I'm not really sporty. But what he did surprised me: he lifted his giant feet in the air and placed it on my Adam's apple. He told me in a dominant, alpha like voice to open my mouth or he would lean on my throat with all his weight. 

I knew he was strong and muscular and stuff, but he he'd like no body fat, as far as I was concerned, he couldn't be that heavy, so I still didn't obey. Then suddenly, it felt like my throat was about to explode. He stood on one leg, with that one leg on my throat, crushing my neck with his 230 lbs. He shouted that I should open my mouth or he would jump onto my throat again. I knew I wouldn't survive this, so I opened my mouth. He quickly placed his two sweaty, salty socks in my mouth and then secured it by tying his dirty tank top around my head. All I could smell was Matt. All I could taste was Matt. 

All I could see was Matt, shirtless, barefoot and on top of me, crushing my rib cage with his weight. Then his eyes got big, a huge smile appeared on his face and the last thing I remember is his hand on my throat. Then it was dark. I woke up all tied up with sweaty, salty football socks, tied to a bench in the locker room.